Personal blog of a wayward inveterate scribbler
A day like any other, but not

So we can't focus for shit, really. Not that I think most people like myself, living in the States, can focus much right now. So I wrote some fluff and side projects, and generally tried to bury my brain in words.
Also I cleaned the kitchen.
Yesterday's metrics:
- 1800 words on act III
- 2512 words on BF
- 10,993 running NaNo total
- 2 cups of coffee
- .06 miles walked
- 2 cups of black tea
- 1 coffin-shaped mini loaf of banana bread
- 2 cups of raspberry hibiscus tisane
- 1 dose ANFP
- 2 reasonably complete meals
- 4 of 6 cat-get-off-keyboard bribes successful
Errands to run, one of them Very Important Indeed. Then it's back to the wordmines with me for the rest of the day, because one way or the other I need to switch gears tomorrow.
And I'll probably need a drink tonight.


